Not in reincarnation

M University in M ​​City, a homicide occurred a year ago, and the murderer has not been found so far.

Gao Zhenglin flipped through the dossier, his face getting more and more serious, Zheng Jiang poked his head out from behind him: "What's the matter?" He looked at these things as soon as he came back, and his attitude seemed quite responsible.

"A year ago, M University also died a girl named Lin Xiaoxiao, and Bai Yanyu was her good friend." Gao Zhenglin showed him the information provided by Teammate Xing.

"Are you suspicious of Bai Yanyu?" Zheng Jiang took the information, "The eyes were gouged out... so disgusting."

Gao Zhenglin said: "Don't you think it fits with Bai Yanyu's method of committing the crime? It's all desecration of the corpse."

To deal with Ma Ruirui, Bai Yanyu cut her flesh and then dipped it in mustard like eating sashimi.And this Lin Xiaoxiao had his eyes gouged out.

Regarding the reason for killing Ma Ruirui, Bai Yanyu has always been vague. It seems that Lin Xiaoxiao may be a breakthrough.

In the detention center, Gao Zhenglin asked Bai Yanyu: "Do you still remember Lin Xiaoxiao?"

Bai Yanyu was wearing the uniform of a prisoner, and when he heard this name, his dim eyes suddenly burst into light: "Smile?"

At this moment, the murderer looked like a praying girl, chanting this extremely unusual name lovingly. "Smile...smile."

Every time I call her name, she will turn her head and smile at me slightly, her eyes are as dazzling as glass.Her smile is sweet and beautiful, like the sunshine in March, warming the snow and melting the ice, coming from spring and heaven.She is not beautiful, she looks ordinary, and I am also ordinary, but she loves to laugh, she is optimistic and cheerful, and she can make friends wherever she is.Her conversation is not elegant, and the connotation is not deep, but she can still please everyone.People loved her, spoiled her, talked about her every time they had a party, she was so popular.

But I am different from her, I am gloomy, I am silent, I am indifferent, I hate crowded places, I hate wasting time on empty talk.But I love her, I look forward to her talking to me, she says, I listen, time passes quietly.I yearn for, long for every afternoon, to have her, a cup of coffee, or a pot of tea, and a saucer with mung bean cakes on it, to spend every difficult day lazily and warmly.

I have two friends, one is my pen and the other is her.My pen is my most sincere friend, it writes down all my feelings, my connotation, I think I am in it, but I am not good at talking with people, I hide my beauty.Smile, although I will not share too many secrets with her, but I cherish her the most, only she is willing to talk to me, accompany me, and discover my inner self.I cherish this friendship very much.Although she has many friends, she still cherishes me, she loves me as much as I love her.

I was the one who was notified.

I was the one who claimed the body.

Her parents arrived three days later, and she had been dissected by the forensic doctor, the wound was stitched up, the bruised strangles on her neck, her empty eye sockets, the young body was already sleeping.I lost a friend, no one, no one smiled at me again, no one sat in the coffee shop in the afternoon, quietly waiting for me who was late.Nobody...talked to me.I cried more terribly than her parents. My voice was completely hoarse, I couldn't eat or drink, I was dehydrated, and my blood sugar was low.

With red and swollen eyes, I cooperated with the police investigation. With red and swollen eyes, I went to all her friends before she was alive. I talked to many people with red and swollen eyes.My voice was hoarse, dull, and I even stuttered, incoherent.Everyone is avoiding, they can't tell clearly, we are also ordinary friends, and we haven't had that deep friendship.

I went to find her boyfriend. He put his arms around a beautiful girl, and he was stunned when he heard her name. He frowned and said, "Why do you think I'm her boyfriend? The police have looked for me, and she has chased me." Me, I didn't agree, so this is considered a boyfriend and girlfriend?" He laughed loudly, and kissed the girl in his arms in front of everyone.

I clenched my fists tightly, feeling cramps in my heart.Smile, smile, look at your friends...they're running away!To escape your death, you are so kind to them, but they treat you like this... Smile, can I escape like them, you are not dead, I don't want to accept the fact that you are dead, is it possible?

I love you, you are my only, only friend, smile.

When I got home, I stumbled into the room and sat on the stool for a long time.I opened my diary and wrote: Xiaoxiao, I am your only friend, they are all playing tricks.Fortunately, I can keep your smile, this is the most precious memory, I will never forget, your eyes are so unforgettable.

In Bai Yanyu's home, the police found Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes soaked in formalin.

Bai Yanyu's father was still sitting on the dilapidated stool, scolding his wife: "Look at your daughter, murderer!—"

Gao Zhenglin went to look for Bai Yanyu again, and Zheng Jiang followed him this time.

"When did you find out?" Zheng Jiang asked. No one could bear to see a young girl in her prime die just like that.

"What did you find?" Bai Yanyu lowered her head and inserted her fingers into her messy hair. She was like a mental patient who couldn't take care of herself.

"You are gay." Zheng Jiang said.

Bai Yanyu was silent, and after a while, her voice choked up: "Shu Qian..."

Gao Zhenglin looked down at Bai Yanyu's interpersonal relationship that he was investigating, and said softly to Zheng Jiang: "There is no such person's name."

"She's gone to study abroad." Bai Yanyu said as if he heard what he said.

Beautiful women are called beauty disasters, Shu Qian, who is beautiful and talented, is the dream lover of all the men in our university.She is a Chinese major. Girls from the Chinese department are delicate, sensitive and romantic. It is very comfortable to fall in love with a girl from the Chinese department, but it is also difficult because their thoughts are difficult to understand.Shu Qian often appears in the library, holding a novel with a clean and fresh cover in her hand, or a book of yellowed poems. In the quiet library, the air around her seems to be condensed, as beautiful as a painting, People want to treasure forever.

I quietly raised my eyes to look at her, without stopping the movement of my hands, I have been chasing her for a long time, she is so beautiful, everything exists as a foil to her.The rustling sound of friction was so fine, it activated the dull air, and the pencil between the fingers drew her eyebrows and eyes one by one.I am a silent, boring art student, I want to keep her appearance, but I disdain to use the camera, I want to draw the most beautiful her with a pen.

I have been painting this painting for a long time, from the general vague outline to the densely packed books on the surrounding bookshelves, to the petite and gentle human body, to the open book in my hand.

gorgeous.I bit my lower lip and wiped off Shu Qian's face again.

The painting is almost finished, all that remains is her face, or rather, her expression.I'm afraid to look at her face, because I'm a peeping person, so I can't see clearly, and I have a guilty conscience, and I can't always draw her tenderness.I have been revising again and again, and it has been a week. There are a lot of straw paper in my hand, all of which are her face.But without exception, they were cold, stiff, and aggressive.I was really scared to death when she found out and said I was a pervert and a voyeur. Although she was very warm, she took it for granted.

The pain is unbearable, and the Shu Qian on my paper does not have a calm face so far.

I once again smeared on the paper as if venting, and then looked up at Shu Qian's position, she had already left.I looked at my phone, it wasn't closing time yet, she left a little early today.Annoyed, I got up from my seat, tidied up my things, and left. When I walked to the door, I found Shu Qian's back, slim and graceful, as if waiting for someone.I blushed, because she was at the door, and I was bound to pass her when I went out... This was the first time I was so close to her.

I held the folder in my hand with my paintings in it, I walked out quickly, walked to the door and passed her by.She suddenly grabbed my arm, her skinny hand was so powerful that it really grabbed me. In fact, she was also pulled a few steps by me, and she staggered a bit before she stood still.I was puzzled, more shy, and I said: "Student..."

"Student, are you drawing in the library?" Shu Qian interrupted me, straight to the point.

I was suddenly speechless with embarrassment, my mind was full of delusions, and everyone around me was watching us.Did she find something, is she going to tell, is she going to call me a perverted stalker?Her face was rosy, she didn't know whether it was shyness or excitement, she said, "Can you show me?"

I hugged the folder tightly with one hand, gave up and relaxed my muscles, and handed it to her.She took it and opened it, and I watched her expression carefully, I was so scared to death.

After reading it, she said after a long time, "Didn't you draw your face?"

"I... am far away, so I can't see clearly." I faltered and told the truth.

She looked at me, said "Oh", and said: "The painting is not bad, I like it very much."

I dare not speak.

She said: "If you like to draw, I will let you draw. Why do you want to be evasive?"

I didn't know how to respond, so I just nodded slightly.

Shu Qian smiled, very sweet and beautiful, which made me feel comfortable all over.She said: "Get to know me, I'm Shu Qian, what's your name?"

"Yan Yu."

"Hey, don't keep your head down, they are all girls, why are you shy?"

Bai Yanyu paused, and smiled wryly: "At that time she reminded me that everyone is a girl, why should I be shy? I thought about it for a long time, and I couldn't sleep for several nights, it was her when I closed my eyes."

"Haven't you thought about telling your family about this?" Zheng Jiang asked sadly.

Bai Yanyu seemed to have heard some big joke, and said to him: "My dad? It's fine if he doesn't beat me, will I tell him? My mom, huh, that woman..."

"Even if she is abused so badly, she will not leave him. She is such a tolerant person. Since she can ruin her own happiness, what about her own daughter?"